Saturday, November 30, 2013

FOR ALI

as millions of mirrors in the night sky

glitter with the reflections of all your selves


I wander beneath them in the field of my loving

each aspect of me lit by one of your shining points


oh I am defined by the night

that is to say


I am defined by you

who light this night


until I am one of your shining points....







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UNSELFING THE SELF

nothing I imagined

brought peace to me


like finally restraining

that yakking narrator


composing my biography

as I lived it and made me regret doing so...


his chatter is a dull distant white noise

like traffic on an interstate a mile and a half away


or a seashore rustling at the edge of sleep

that wakens me to this blessed silence....





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FIVE YEARS

five years...with the length of five years...


and life is indeed a beach

where out on the dead shingle

ruins of what has been wash up

putrid in end of their time


out of the sea-wreck comes the new life


we who are carcass feed we who are scavengers

the tiny crabs scuttling thought the waste

to begin again in this dark damp surge of life....





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so you've lived a life of regret and sorrow

with time outs here and there

for the joys that reminds you why

you loved life in the first place


but there's no yesterday or tomorrow

the time and place is always here

and now and there's no reason to cry

when in the end your sorrows leave but a teachable trace...






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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

UNDERNEATH ALL OUR CONFUSIONS

for you I'll be some steady voice

(your personal chaos reining in

my personal confusion)


giving me an objectivity

I wish I could train on myself


but we're all here to serve one another

we're all here to teach one another

we're all here to talk to one another


even if what we have to say

is as confused or hapless or useless as our hopes


in any small measure of forging our ways forward

at least we poke our way into whatever darkness prevails

at least we have each other for company


my voice...and your assent...and everybody murmuring

around the edges of our exchange


we may all think we're alone in this...and we are to some extent

but we listen for voices and hear ourselves

and adjust to the silence in our hearts....






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Monday, November 25, 2013

and so this work...


for you the value is in the thing done

for me the value is in the doing







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HELL IS HERE

oh Hell is pressing down on my today...


more so than usual...

above and beyond the daily bread and circuses


of our smug righteousness...


oh and I wait...and I wait...and I wait...


for some release that we still the daily hell

the One mandates for our spiritual seasoning...


I'm done...I'm finished...what the hell's the matter with You???





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ERROR

nothing makes me despair of our 'Oneness'

more than my daily dealings

with my fellow creatures...


how I hate their Mass Mind suicides of good taste

hoe I hate their easy excuses for their own mendacity


and their own corrupt ideas of righteousness...

how many fucking eons have we been on this planet?

coming back over and over to set the record straight


and each time we fuck up so thoroughly

it makes you wonder what the hell God was thinking


when this creation was set up in the way it was...


you want me to bless and forgive you?

fat chance as long as you hold the blade of your evil


against my throat and have the nerve to think you deserve forgiveness....







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ANYWHERE BUT WHERE I AM







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I gave plenty of warning

but none heard

(including myself...poisoned with the notion

that we can do something about the harm of the world

and our stupid miscreant souls)


live tight in your bubble and be grateful

you suffer no more than you do...

my silence joins the rest of creation

in the Void that conquers all....






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FINISHED?

when your productive life is done

and the decline becomes steeper

with each passing second


you'd be more inclined to accept

your time has passed and you're ready

to move on to whatever it is we move on


the only problem is even though we are finished

God is never finished with us...


it takes more strength to endure a long slow death

than it is to live life at full vigor


because our punishment is to live in this hell we call the world


and I for one am useless now...and would be lucky to find

a way to keep alive until this 'god' is done with me....





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TERRIBLE POWER

one man's salvation is another man's downfall


but whose to say where grace most abounds?

in the downfall that opens gates to some redemption


or in the closed case of a finished perfection?


grace is useless if it does not prevail

and if you must be cleansed of error


before grace is bestowed then why bust your ass?

love and do what you will


that's all you can control...

the rest is the dangerous whim of God


who loves us but evidently not quite enough...

that's a lot of struggle for an allegedly "free gift"


but who are we but creatures contingent


on the whim of terrible power we call 'god'





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AMBITION'S ROTTEN FRUIT

to get on top

you must sink to the bottom


for eons

we've heard this


and for eons

we've ignored this


thinking "no...

that doesn't apply to me"...


try telling someone

they're wrong


try confessing and see

what sympathy you get


we're all little kings and queens

sitting atop on bottom-heavy thrones


and we wound up there

by everyone else mischief


no...we think...it's never us...

and there...right there...our Oneness


makes liars of all of us...

there is where we see for ourselves our true state


or blind ourselves with the mirrors

of our delusions...I've yet to see where


I'm really at...where are you my confused fellows?





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Sunday, November 24, 2013

it doesn't matter what we do


we live in this world

we live in its lie


yes there is an Ultimate

beyond this earthly struggle


but to think you can think your way out

and master it with deluded righteousness


is the biggest snare of all...

we all want to be King (or Queen)


we all want to be God

and even our humiliating failures


aren't enough to to shake us

so we live the lie and die in our truth


not mattering in this earth what we think...





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A LATE AFTERNOON IN FOREVER








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NOW DON'T YOU FEEL SILLY?

the dust settles and the heart is still


and the Void so seemingly frightening and bleak

cradles the weary rest of the distraught soul...


what was the panic...what was the worry?

that the colossal ego should surrender

to what it actually is?


the perpetual source disrupting itself

with its ignorant self-regarding worry?







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Saturday, November 23, 2013

THE ACTUAL REALITY

oh I feel as if there is nothingness around all of us...


the Reality is too much for a human mind to bear

and there is no forgiveness or mercy


from all that is allegedly holy...and it is only the vanity

of the one who thinks he will transcend


by venturing into the Unknown World

and withstanding the unveiled Face of God


and survive to tell us anything useful...oh fools...

whether or not God is evil...God is still the Source


of all Life and His lack of mercy should warn us

we...each and every one of us...is our own own...


lie in the pain of finding out the hoax of freedom...

on earth we call it 'working the system' and in that


nothingness is the enervating Void that consumes all being...





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THE SHOCK OF THE REALITY

I must stop thinking about God

if I am to heal myself...


every time I think of God

my blood boils and my anger rips me


a new fissure in the brain...

how God can make things as they are


then blame us for all that goes wrong...

"Oh I created the Perfect Pattern...if anything's


wrong with it it's your fault..."

The Perfect Creator disowning His own imperfect creation


how sickening...how disgusting...and yet how utterly human...

exalted to repent then damned for repenting...


no wonder Life sucks...we are truly in His Image...

this asshole is truly One with us....






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WHAT REALITY AND WHY

every little discovery

of a fact previously unknown


launches an attack of vertigo...


the past long fixed and accepted becomes new

and all we thought we knew spins


in our brains like shocks of a pod

sticking out of the true reality


to shatter our picture of it...


take your pick...JFK assassination...9-11 as no surprise

to those awake to the news between the lines...


we don't even remember where we were or how

before the eruption of the event


forever replacing knowledge with fear and speculation...

and doubting what is real after all....


John Lennon said..."The more real you become

the more unreal the world becomes..."


and with every new revelation our capacity for delusion

fades in the emptiness of actuality...



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WORK




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AUTUMNLAND






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WHAT USED TO BE





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Friday, November 22, 2013

IN THE INSTANT

I'm on my way

but I don't know where

nor do I care anymore


I live in the instant

and remember myself

as a memory of what I was


moving forward to what I'll be

when of this sojourn I'll finally be free....






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CROSSING OVER







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ANOTHER CROSSROAD







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Thursday, November 21, 2013

AT THE CASINO INFERNALE

nothing like knowing the score

to know that you've lost


hows and whys don't matter

after the damage


but plague the mind

for years after


as a trophy of

your unfortunate gamble


and what you learn

if you learn at all


is lost in the next toss

snake eyes!!!!


as if some god mocked you

from under his visor...





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being truly awake

is being truly afraid...


even the loving things we do cannot be seen

without the dark edge of creation blazing around it


showing how ephemeral all material things are...

and yet here in these skins is the only way


we can experience this living...oh sick sad madness of God

to teach us in this horrible way...


to try and save what we love and losing it because

'he who would save him life must lose it'


each of us...each of us...each and every one of us

a careening car with broken brakes wheeling down some infernal road


with a wall in the way growing larger in the windshield

and in that end being more truly awake beyond truly afraid....





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LEARNING TO LIVE OUTSIDE FAIRY TALES

oh what horseshit...


give me half a chance to flee the world

and I'll run from it as if every hound of hell were in pursuit...


yeah I know we're supposed to be seasoned here

and atone for some of our failings here


but no mercy? no grace? and not one amend mattering?

shit on that...don't demand I be holier than I can be on pain of death


then damn me for failing your insane demands lard...I'll live and do

what I know is right and if that's not good enough...too damn bad...


the Divine can rot in its vanity...I'd assume love and do onto others

even if its another delusion at least it approximates an alleged truth


we are ever denied in process...oh damn and fuck

the whole flaming issue...True God or insane demon...I ignore You


and do my best amid Your horseshit....




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WHAT AN EFFORT TO GO UNBOUNDED

good afternoon my fellow bullshit artists!


shall we mount yet another assault on the Mass Mind?

tickle the nuts of the all-complicit Media and maybe squeeze


those balls until the weakest cipher says "enough! enough! I give in!!!"?

you know you're not dealing with anything resembling


a conscience...just some cog in the machinery doing its function

and proud to be a cog...happy to do nothing but be an instrument...


shall we assault assholes like this and be god-like in our power

to destroy...or shall we show mercy...and regret such high mindedness


when it bites our butts somewhere down the line?

oh be yourself and do right do right do right...


but don't be stupid enough to think God will bless you for it...

nothing you do is good enough...and I've come to bless myself


(to hell with the Divine) and all the other bullshit artists looking for a break...



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just now

I stopped to take a dump...


amazing how much of my content

just got flushed away....






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BLIND YOU YET

ogle the truth and commit your defenses

make an excuse for where you were

you saw it all

but deny any proximity

you were just having a smoke

in the doorway of your prison


and thought "I wonder

what's going on out there"

hell you didn't anything did you?

or so you'd have us believe

a knockout or a purse snatch or a rape

"hell I didn't know nothin'...no not nothin'"


ogle the truth...it will blind you yet

and your defenses will fall as you stumble past this annoyance....





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Wednesday, November 20, 2013

HOME







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CRACKS

oh this concrete bunker you call a world

already has cracks in the foundation


you think you're forever...

well...you may be...but not your body...


not the sausage skin of guts and bones

ambulatory as a collapsing sack of potatoes


that tumbles into the cracks of your latest mistake

while the floor gives way...and you discover gravity....





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OUR TURN

pops

step aside


we may be as doomed as

any who've come before us


but like any who've come before us

we're damn well going


to give 'em all hell...one of these lives

something's gotta give, eh?





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THERE THEY GO

I can no longer bless the parade


you dance in costume and expect everyone to bow

dozens of you demanding attention

and dozens of you common as dust


it is not mine to see you when the dance is done

and your own children will spit on you

who tired so hard to be their 'friend'


let God bless the fool's parade...I'm busy reclusing....





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Tuesday, November 19, 2013

I DREAMT OF SHIVA'S MORNING



my world ended

when I woke up…







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EMERGING






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LAST BLAZING TUFT






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A WAY BACK







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CONCOURSE

I'm never sure of all the unknown eyes

reading and judging these words

and constructing an image

whose mouth could accommodate these glyphs


but even those I meet face to face

have no idea who I really am

and I look at them and see

whatever it is they show to me


what anonymous mass we hide within

provides the context for our participations

we're one in our troubles but alone

in the safety of our homes


free to imagine whatever we want

revealing truths or constructing unknown lies....






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Monday, November 18, 2013

THE AMBIVALENT MORNING





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NO AIRS

I have no airs


I'm in the gutter

with everyone else


and I like it here really

it remains me of where I came from

and to what I am returning


a normal daily earthly life

of daily struggle

a slow reflective walk home


through the early twilight

a decent dinner

and a night looking out the window


watching my past dancing by

in the lamplit street


as if it were happening in this instant....







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A MEAN FULL MOON

a mean full moon has passed

uprooting all our foolishness

and leaving us ready for nothing...


and so it should be...

take what comes neat...

if you had an inkling what it would be


you'd ruin it...your imagining being nothing

but your own faulty construct....







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THE IMPERIAL 'WE' ISN'T SO IMPERIAL AFTER ALL

look!

we're all moving forward together...like it or not...


I don't care for this one or that one

and you have no use for which or whoever


and they can live without any of who or what

or which or when or why...


but damn we're tied in Oneness to an Oversoul

who'll take no gruff and ignore all our stuff


and is deaf to all pleas and blind to all supplication...

you do what you're told or you do without...


oh how we'll miss the earth when we leave...this is the only place

we can pull this bullshit...and even then it's diminishing returns


that moving on will lessen but not absolve...that remains to us...

see?


don't be so proud

don't be so vain


you're no different than anyone

and that's all we can claim for now....






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Saturday, November 16, 2013

LISTEN TO THIS 'SHAMAN' TRYING TO CONVINCE HIMSELF AS WELL AS YOU

anywhere you go is here


you are always who you are

and you are always where you're at


and knowing this detaches you

from a false mind of our Oneness


ruined in application for being false...for being

an agreed-on lie with a truer Reality beneath it


sustaining it because this Reality in all Its variety

will not...will never be denied...


and all you have is your own consciousness

to affirm this truth...that quiet unattended moment


is you in this world ...


and tears will be shed in either case...as part of the mass delusion

or as part of your realization of its part as the World....




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A SPLIT IN THE ROAD






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ENTERING A PORTAL







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GOING FORWARD

we all wonder about the way forward...

and bromides like


don't regret the past nor worry about the future

are cold comfort for those who remember


this cheerleading has little to do

with their individual fates...


except for the going forward

which we do in any case


there we are and here we go

and what comes of it will either be


fresh error or the paying off of

some spiritual debt...


wonder all you like but that constant wonder

is subsumed in what it happening...even as you stop to think....





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Friday, November 15, 2013

CONTINUUM

10, 000 years from now

people will question our existence


the way we question

the existence of Atlantis....






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Thursday, November 14, 2013

THE LAST...THE ONLY...REAL TEACHING FOR US HERE

you have none but your own counsel


no love to relieve you

no forgiveness for every misstep


not even the love of some imaginary god

to absolve you of your own fault


and release from your sojourn won't be any escape

death will release from the conditions of this life


but you'll still be you and your struggles will remain

here in the eternal here and now of the Only Reality


oh do not think in terms of this only lifetime as this identity

it's a phase a stopover a pit stop


on the way to a reunion it will be up to you to attain

this is the last thing we re-learn in each earthly life


where we have nothing but our own minds to attain this enlightenment....





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SIDESHOW SATAN

rage is soooo done


you tempted fate

and won a broken kewpie doll


your devil was a smelly old barker

in a plaid half-sleeve shirt


stogie unlit in his unsavory mouth

pork pie hat askew on his mangy horns


you cannot game the gamers but to ignore them....






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HERE ON YOUR OWN HOOK

when you can't hear the words

trust the silence


when you can't see the path

trust your own step


when nothing makes any sense

trust your instincts


when you think you're finished

know that you've just begun....




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THE DELICACY OF NOON







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Wednesday, November 13, 2013

THIS WAY....





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HERE WHERE WE ARE






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blessed is he who sleeps soundly....






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WHAT FROM THIS WILL RISE?






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...WHICH WAS PROBABLY THE POINT ANYWAY

well I tried to believe you

when the thunder broke in the sky

and the swelling seas swallowed

half the lands where we lived


and I tried to believe you

when the waters receded and all that was left

was a shingle made of bricks and siding

and clays and broken foundations


yet I tried to believe you

when your priests moved among the displaced

in ramshackle Red Cross shelter

shilling for acceptance of the One's unspeakable Will


and it was in that wreck of purging ruins that I stopped

trying to believe you and took matters into my own hands....






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Monday, November 11, 2013

THREE VIEWS OF AN ELSEWHERE









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THE TEASE OF THE WORLD







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PERPETUAL WHATIZ

if 'not all who wander are lost'

then not all who stumble necessarily fall...


I'm no different than anyone

told to plot my course


and sally forth with all responsibility

weighing down the humped shoulders


than have have lugged all karma in futility

of expecting grace or mercy or any forgiveness...


this is just how it is...

not a thing you imagine is the way it actually is


and something bigger than you keeps the tally

of your worm track through time and space


and a way always opens before you

not always 'lost'...not necessarily fallen....






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Sunday, November 10, 2013

ANOTHER MORNING IN THE SAME WORLD










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Saturday, November 9, 2013

SUNSET ON THIS AGE



this is where we part company in the last night


united in our fear and wonder

at what the morning will bring...


I'm no longer concerned...

the world is the same


whatever the age...it is the tear in the fabric

of the veil that will let us slip through


to reunite in the misty glows of what morning....






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I might as well be alone...


so says everyone on their road

so says all who cannot see


that their aloneness is shared

and the mass of humanity we call 'us'


are separate experience

forming one complete whole of being


that is alone in its completeness...praise be someone







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at the mercy of night

that I so love


it is perhaps time

I drew myself up

from dodgy sleep


to consider the dawn

and the morning thereafter

at the mercy of none but myself






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memory is the content of being...


would it could only be

harmless nostalgia


to soothe the failures of a lifetime

delivering you to some just comeuppance


by remembering the bright promise that drew you

from all that you loved


with the ending yet to be petrified into memory....








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it is so easy to fuck up your life...


just one false belief

just one wrong move


and nothing is left but your sorrow

saying why oh why oh why






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Friday, November 8, 2013

FULL IS THE HEART

empty

means to be refilled


void

means a space to be filled


you are not what you were

and have yet to become what you'll be


full

is the heart that learns this mystery....







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MOONS








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IF IT MADE ANY SENSE IT WOULDN'T BE REAL

after all the ruin

and defeats of the will


still


there is a triumph


still you own the history

of your trek through cosmic wormholes


still


you are what you are becoming






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THE GATE

so I passed through the gate

and found myself

right where I started

right where I am


I thought it would be

otherwise

but the gate lets in and out

the only world you know


and that doesn't change

and that will never change

for all the morphing going on around you

that will never change


and isn't that comfort? isn't that a relief?

to know there's nothing else to hinder belief?









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Monday, November 4, 2013

ON SOME WAY

so many are leaving

all at this time


and the incoming souls

merely suggest a resemblance


maybe they come seeking

one who is going


catch them in some overlap

neither comprehends


but either you met the one you loved

here in this earthly time shared


or the one you wanted waited beyond

to come some other time for other business


who knows who's coming and going

among those arriving and leaving?







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LONG BEACH










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42nd STREET AND QUEENS BLVD.





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PORTLAND WEST END 2







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PORTLAND WEST END






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he stared out the window

recalling the time old Rafferty

in his humorous stupor

stood up to toast the waitress

ladened with jugs (her own and the brew)

and the moment he lowered his mug

saw the fist of the lass's boyfriend

fly square to his face

and knocked him square into the upper choirs


or roared as he told of the fight

that spilled from tavern to road

with fists and feet and teeth

tearing at every morsel of meat on the man

until a pair of nuns came gliding into view

on the roadside

(the look of reproach blowing over the land

and across the clyde as if an avenging angel

traced its flight in reflection on the ocean's surface

in its mission to destroy the world for all and good)

and the men broke their choke holds

and like little boys in the recess yard

picked up their caps and fiddled with the brim

heads hanging in shame as the sisters slid past

with the silent disapproval thicker than haggis

in the mouth of a sinner


and Lonette

who in the late spring twilight

lit a beacon of golden hair as the fireflies scattered

and in the dimness of the falling night

glowed in the quiet embrace of her man

tired after the travails of a day's work

and long years of the troubles


he stared out the window

the rheum in his eyes

sealing in the memories as the room filled

with swirling points of light

as he lifted into the air dispersing past the dark

into the ancient light beyond sight

riding on the keening of kin...





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all I enjoyed is all I retain

if life is eternal then it's always the same


I'll see you again in another guise

next time you'll be foolish and I'll be wise...






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WHAT BINDS US TO THE WORLD...AND OURSELVES

a double shot frozen margarita

a burrito large and spicy


some chocolates for desserts

and a tight embrace and sweet deep kiss


these memories of earthbound pleasure

(Epicurian for sure) will sustain eternally


even if in leaving this plane

we must give them up...but oh to remember


the tiny moments....







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WHAT IT MEANS TO BE TRULY ON YOUR OWN

all right already with the preachings

the histronics and the weepy teachings

every chance taken is a desperate soul reaching

for some break that will deliver transcendence


but how many times wear a barrel home?

how many times must a fool as such be known?

why all the suffering if one finally stands up to own

what one has squandered straddling the fence?


I'd rather hang from a rope by my bumbling balls

than answer every god-damned purpose that ascends to call

me to attend to shambles I do not know at all

if God wants satisfaction let Him finally own up...


instead of leaching the weary bone of putrid flesh so dense

it cannot even rise up to say enough!!!!





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Sunday, November 3, 2013

so we move forward in the cold autumn day

even with winter approaching


spring is only days behind that

then the roiling summer and then back to this again


it's as if time ceased to exist...

as if eternity removed the mask to show


a clock face without any hands

and we know moving forward is another illusion


biting the dust in the expanding awareness

of our morphing but always here and now...





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at best it's enlightenment and compassion

and feminine angelic beauty


at worst it's scheming for money

and averting your eyes from the poor


and the topless dancers at the local bar

whom we wish our wives resembled...


something is always lost in the translation

someone is always around who just doesn't get it


and commonly enough each of us

takes a turn wearing that dunce cap


at worst it's bitterness and sorrow

and angry regret


at best it's wisdom and surrender

and the weeping face one puts on a welcoming breast...





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all I've gifted to others

has come back to me again


my place in the line

our place in the chain








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I wasn't expecting the end

to be so beautiful


more colorful leaves

than in previous years


and the glow around my body

the filtered sunlight ignites


late afternoon of a life

where every moment floods in the last red leaves






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I turned a new leaf

but the wind blew it away


heavy snows coming

and my shovel and boots are gone


as the darkness looms I see

how I will escape death


by becoming mulch

for someone else's spring






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Saturday, November 2, 2013

CHECK THE EGO AND LOSE THE RECEIPT

grand notions pursue big ideas

misunderstood as they're considered


pride will get you in deep trouble

even as it keeps you afloat


there is only the One Destination

in the Only Reality there is


that is beyond any sense of winning

and you're blessed with many opportunities to fail






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AFTER ACTION

wish...hope...plan...visualize all you like


you cannot control the cosmos


act but only after action

do you see what you have done


and further act will remedy or worsen

according to your prescription


but the tally is kept beyond your efforts

and shows the real state of your endeavors


o.k. alright...lesson learned...and aiming to act

lower than your imagining will bring higher result


and the cosmos will be always ahead shaping

the contours of creation around each trembling touch


wish...hope...plan...visualize all you please


and nothing will stop until you do....








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feels so good to remove one's self-donned headpiece

disrobe out of one's delusions

and stand naked before a mirror

and see for once the dents in the body


the self-inflicted wounds

and the gashes of hateful others

out to destroy themselves and take as many

down with them as possible


I own my fate

even before the unforgiving God

and if nothing we do is good enough

then what the fuck does it matter what we do?


and so it's love and do what you will...

I've loved and I've failed and now I recluse...

THE DEATH OF THE EGO...OR NOT

funny...


this weekend with its eclipses and Uranus-Pluto squares

and retrogrades and nodal locations


is supposed to be the

'official' kick-off for the Aquarius Age


and all this hell we're enduring

is 'purification' at best


and God cleaning house at worst

and yet nothing here in essence has changed


maybe...despite 'as above so below'...

there are changes as the conditional states require


constant fallings apart and comings together

to maintain what perpetual unconditional...


and yet there's no magic voila to transform anything...

we still awake up with our sorrows crushing


our foreheads as we rise and the promise of some enlightenment

remains some empty promise to keep us


in our collective misery...and if there is some transcendental

enlightenment happening it happens below


the conscious meat minds of our worldly brains

deluded into thinking it could work some magic


like the Crucifixion letting a new reality in

it was unapparent to the daily world of our time...


you think I'll go on wasting my time adding to my ruin

believing in One who won't be there to extend the helping hand?


I'll do it myself and whether I succeed or fail

I'll just be another county heard from...


'love and do what you will...' damn straight I will...






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